Loki swerved slightly to avoid something metalic (probably a trash can, though most of the time no one used it anyway) and counted her steps in her head. It was the only way she had of knowing where she was. The scents and sounds often helped, but if she followed that alone she would become disoriented and lost, and she hated asking for directions.
The park was close by. It wasn't pretty, by any means, but it was usually deserted. From the way grass pulled at her jeans, she'd say it was neglected and overgrown. By the empty beer bottles she waded through, she guessed it was used as a teen party hang out in the evenings. For now, however, the place was hers. She made her way to a bench and sat down, pulling an apple from her pocket. She sniffed it and took a bite, eating it slowly to savor the taste and only sustenance she would get for a while. Idly, she wondered how she would get more money this time. Stealing wasn't preferable, but doable when darkness fell. Generally she would steal on cloudy nights, when she had to.
As she had been fired from her last job (she tripped and broke some priceless vase, they really shouldn't have left it in such a stupid place to begin with), she would just have to do what she had to in order to get by. I wonder if I can fight for money? I heard something about people gambling on the winner. Nah, that's illegal. Ten to one the Saints will raid the place, and I'll be screwed. What else...? She thought, absentmindedly checking to see if the thick black blindfold was still snugly in place.